Hey, I just wanted to give a quick heads up my next few days are supper busy, so I just wanted to say that I can't post until Thurday night, at which point i will do all my post, but I feel obligated to make my PPV match the number one priority. Just wanted to give a quick heads up.

Diana might of stopped the devastating headbutts, but it by no means stopped Sabre. Now forced to stay close, Sabre quickly responded by trying to turn the Italians side to a bruised and bloody mess. Grunting with each crippling strike, Diana's hands would of course release her foes hair, as they'd try to cover up.

Trying to think desperately, she'd try to roll her legs slightly up, before trying to hook them either side of Sabre's waist. Whilst she was in position for a waist scissors, she wouldn't outright squeeze; instead focusing on locking in a firm defence, trying to withstand the woman first!

Sabre glares through that mask. Legs on either side of her came down and clamped onto the sexy and curved body of the cave woman. She tries a few times and for a few moments to break free of fhe hold. She hissed out and tries to throw a hard punch at the face of her opponent.

Diana's leg lock was firm in preventing the woman from fully mounting her and turning her into mush, but Diana was still in a spot of bother to put it lightly. Even extreme amounts of bracing and absolutely solid levels of defence wouldn't hold up fully against the somewhat unbelievable raw strength of Sabre. Strike landing roughly on said defence, Diana would wince as she felt her hands forced back into her face. Numb, and with few options, she'd try to shake and squeeze with her legs, albeit the success-fullness was limited with Sabre trying to punch her out!

The cave woman was gearing up for anothet please nch to the face. But the sudden squeeze to her body caused her to droop down a bit and put both hands on the mat on either side of her opponent. "G-Guhh!" Sabre squeaks out. She was simultaneously dealing with the pain and readying another punch.

Diana couldn't put much leverage into the hold. If she put her hands either side of her to really arch her body and squeeze Sabre, she'd essentially be opening herself up to what could only be a severely damaging strike! Instead keeping her arms crossed in a defence still, which was still mediocre at best, with her legs not at all squeezing as firmly as they could, she'd almost examine her surroundings for a way out.

Going for broke, she'd suddenly release her thighs; in an attempt to bring her feet back, and push on Sabre's stomach to gain some space!

Sabre was distracted with the pain on her sides and abs. She lifts one hand up to launch a punch, but there was a pair of feet comin for her chest! Not being able to react enough to hold her ground, Sabre's body was pushed back hard and made her fall back. "Guhh!"

Diana might of had some progress pulling off her techniques against the cave woman, but Sabre's outright tenacity and strength somewhat put the two on even, painful ground. Simply put, Diana's careful approach was being somewhat cancelled out by a woman who just seemingly wanted to break her skull.

Rising slowly, she'd create some space between the two women, her fists already up as she breathed heavily. With technique seemingly getting her no-where, she braced herself and took somewhat of a hefty breath, as she decided the next altercation between the two was going to be a straight up brawl.

Both women spent all of their energy early on in the match. They were both tired. Too tired for throws, grapples, and submissions. It was going to come down to blows. And the crowd's growing cheers were related to the anticipation of this upcoming brawl. "Im...Im..." She wanted to speak but barely had the energy to do that.

Sabre went first, bringing her body forward to come closer. Sabre planted her foot heavily on the canvas and brought forward a slug of a punch to connect on Diana's face.

Sabre went first, and by god did Diana regret giving the blonde amazon the chance. Head snapping to her side, she'd grunt, somewhat lucky that nothing more than air was forced from her mouth, before turning back to briefly glare at the powerhouse before her. With both women on the edge of their reserves, Diana herself knew that every strike had to be damn well on the mark.

Choosing a different target from her foe, she'd instead shoot a wide hook-shot, aiming to smash right into Sabre's immensely toned gut, to try and literally force the wind from her, where as Diana had it somewhat ruthlessly smacked from her lips!

Sabre didnt have the energy or strength to defend. But Sh also didnt have the strength to move out of the way. Her hit connected. But there would surely be a hit coming back. Sabre's eyes widden as the air escaped her.

A powerful shot from Diana hit her gut. Stumbling back a few steps, she tries to get her breath back rather than go for another shot.